Moving in

People in Montana just do things differently- that's the only explanation I have.

We were supposed to close on the house on a Wednesday, early in the morning.  I got the call from my realtor Tuesday night telling me there would be no closing on said Wednesday because "um, Mrs Bruce, the wife refused to sign over the Title."  Hmmf.   (We ended up closing one month later after further negotiations and, I'm guessing,"the wife" finally got what she wanted.  Oh, and that closing got postponed until later in the afternoon- it was supposed to be on a Wednesday-early-in-the-morning- because- does this really happen?- the computers were down at the bank).

We were supposed to have new carpet put in on a Wednesday, early in the morning.  I got the call from Home Depot tuesday night telling me "um, Mrs. Bruce, there is going to be a delay," and "could we reschedule for two weeks out?".  Hmmf.  Apparently our "large order" (large because we had to rip out the whole frigging house of fuzz-filled-dog-pee-saturated-deep hills and bunkers carpet) wasn't quite ready yet- "so sorry, Mrs Bruce"

We were supposed to have some movers help us move our heavy furniture at 8am, on a Wednesday... early in the morning.  I got a text on Wednesday at 7:55am..."um, lady?  I can't make it this morning.  something has come up.  sorry to disappoint."  Hmmf and F$%#!!!!!  'Sorry to disappoint'?  Are you fu@&ing serious?!  Now what?  The U-Haul is parked out front and ready to go.  The boys are in school.  John is working.  F$%#!  I panicked.  Wouldn't you?  I got on the phone to everyone I knew in town (two whole people) and no one had any advise or burly friends to help me out of this dilemma.  So I called bonehead mover (he didn't answer) "blah dee dah, I'm a bonehead so leave a message!"....so I said, "Listen here, Bozo,"  I was trying to sound professional and calm, "I have an empty U-Haul and we had an agreement!  You have five minutes to come up with a plan that is going to make me happy!"....well, it went something like that.  Anyway, two minutes later "Bob" called, "Um, Mrs. Bruce?...".  I and two old guys who, instead of showing me their moving badges showed me their licenses to legally smoke marajuana "stricktly for medicinal purposes, of course.  What did I care?  I was moving in.  On a Wednesday.  Not so early in the morning.

We were supposed to have our apartment carpets professionally cleaned on a..... Thursday  (ha!  fooled ya!),  early in the morning.  They were supposed to show at 8am.  Got the call at 8:01am.  "Um... Mrs. Bruce?"  I don't believe this!  So, I told him, "I don't believe this!  You're joking!  Who put you up to this!"  stay calm.  poised.  I sucked in air as he proceeded to tell me he drove by my apartment and when he realized where I lived (I gave him my damn address a week ago!) he simply would not clean my carpet.  Why?  Get this, FIVE YEARS ago he was setting up to clean an apartment down the hall when the owner of the building walked by and told the tenant he could find someone cheaper.  Ok.  I admit this would piss me off too, but who is the real customer here?  I am the one with the damn lease contract that says my carpets must be professionally cleaned and this guy was listed as the person to call!

After this I left town for a while.  Is it Montana?  Or just Wednesdays... early in the morning?  =)

More to come, just you wait!